dogs and dog-men
Over the course of five decades, the author has not gone more than a couple years without a four-legged sidekick. Nicky, Señorita, and then Ms. Beagles, (1960 – 1991). After sea duty – I served in the Navy 25 years- my pack regrouped with Happy, Sydney, Nubby (my late mum’s dog) (1995 -2010) and presently, Dexter; add now Comet. And in dog-friendly San Diego, who can possibly cope with the madness here, except by long walks with furry friends.
never lonely
There was a time, when my late mother, who preferred living alone, would get calls from Social Services. “Do you eat alone?” And her response invariably was “No. Tanya, Fergus, Max dine with me.” You see, when you have dogs you never are alone nor can be bored. I also find myself preferring animals to the drama that my fellow humans seem afflicted.
notdonner
Why “notdonner” for my ‘nom d ‘plume’? When we decided to add the dog, Comet. to the household, we didn’t change his shelter name, but also couldn’t remember it! Since it was the Christmas season, I thought of Santa’s reindeer: not Dasher, not Dancer, nor Prancer… not Donner.
Guests, stray cats, and positive bloggers accepted
I don’t know too many who are not dog-men. At various times, I have been fortunate to have a stray cat, sometimes a foundling several-weeks old, to care for. Or, as in the case with Indy, inherited, one of the most self-assured and cool-cats since Garfield of comic fame. And he also kept the dogs in check. 
So, if you are a fan of my blog, or would like to opine on life perspectives that reflect your ‘inner dog-person”, I will review and post.
If you find my blog interesting, I would very much appreciate the support.
